On Saturday afternoon, I drove my older son to his friend's house so that they could skateboard together. On the way over, I warned him to keep an eye out for rain because the sky was looking rather ominous. As soon as I dropped Sam off, he and his friend took off on their boards. I figured they were just going to skate around the neighborhood.
About an hour later, Sam calls me to say that he and Z are at a store near Z's house and that they have t-shirts on sale. Sam wanted to know if I would take him back there on Sunday since he didn't have any money on him. I told him yes and hung up.
On their way back to Z's house, the clouds burst open and it poured! The phone rings again. "Mom, we're at Dairy Queen and I'm soaked. Can you come pick me up, take me home to change, and then take me back to Z's?" I was in the middle of something, and I think I muttered "Crap." Then I gave a big sigh and said I'd be there in a minute.
As I was driving in the downpour, I was agitated over the fact that I had to do this. Then I stopped myself and thought, "No. I get to do this." I thought about my miscarriage and about the couples who so desperately want to have children and can't. How selfish of me to be angry over a blessing that God has given to me! As annoying as it can be sometimes to play chauffeur for my children, it is actually a blessing!
I picked Sam up, took him home to change clothes and then drove him right back to Z's house. He was planning to spend the night there. Our younger son was going to a birthday party sleepover, so the hubs and I were going to have a date night!
We had just ordered some Chinese for dinner when Sam called us again. Guess what? Now I get to joyfully wait on Sam as his broken foot heals! Gotta love our little blessings!
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